stream of consciousness

No Filter

I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write. Write I don’t. I don’t write. Want. Want. To Write. Want, want, want. To, to, to. I’m not supportive enough. I’m a shitty friend. I stop. What am I doing? Stream of consciousness. Is thisContinue reading “No Filter”

Squeaky Wheel

I have the fuzzies from staring off in the distance. How would you describe the stares? For me, reality gets all scrambly, and it’s like tv is bustling with red and black ant-like pixels. It was a perfect day today. Although there were no grand slams or home runs, a solid bunch of base hitsContinue reading “Squeaky Wheel”